Teach Me Daddy

by Isabella Starling

  She didn’t argue with me, smiling slightly as she ran her fingertips up along the intricate full-sleeve tattoos I had. Her touch sent a shudder through me. I thought that only happened in shitty romance novels, but apparently all I needed all along had been to find the right girl.

  “So, will we get started?” I asked, cocking a brow at her.

  If she kept touching me like that, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but having her on my cock.

  “In a second,” she said matter-of-factly, her hands on her hips.

  “What’s the hold-up?”

  “Daddy hasn’t kissed me yet,” she said, poking out her lower lip.

  I grinned, pulling her back into me. Even dressed in shorts and a slouchy tee, she was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen. Her body molded against mine and I nudged her chin upward.

  “That’s a horrible oversight on Daddy’s part,” I murmured, before kissing her deeply.

  She responded eagerly, opening her mouth for me. My tongue slipped in between her lips and she moaned deeply, pushing even closer to me as I devoured her lips. My hand mussed her hair and my cock throbbed in my jeans, until I had to cut off the kiss abruptly.

  She stared up at me, hazy-eyed, her lips swollen from the kisses.

  “Why can’t we just keep doing that?” she asked sweetly.

  “Work first, then fun,” I told her, turning her around and gently nudging her toward the stairs.

  I slapped her on the ass when she wouldn’t budge, making her jerk forward with a giggle and run up the stairs. Shaking my head, I followed her, watching her bubble butt bounce as she took the stairs. Despite the madness going on, I was one damn lucky man.

  “It’s here,” she said, leading me to a closed door on the second floor.

  Her good mood seemed to vanish and I understood it completely. I doubted she’d wanted to get anywhere near her father’s stuff since the… incident.

  “Cora, go make a snack for us,” I told her, my tone of voice allowing for no argument.

  “Are you sure, Daddy?” she asked, her hand hovering over the doorknob.

  “I am. Go.”

  She nodded her head and I could see the relief on her as she brushed past me, heading down the stairs again. I didn’t want to cause her any pain that wasn’t enjoyable, and going through her crooked stepdad’s office definitely didn’t rank as ‘enjoyable’.

  I waited until she’d disappeared down the stairs and then slipped into the office. It was a somber place, the shelves cluttered with endless paperwork. In the middle of the room sat a wide mahogany desk and a leather high-backed chair. I made a beeline for it, slouching into the seat.

  There were still folders on the desk, like Alexander had just stood up from work for a moment. My blood boiled at the mere thought of him, let alone when I imagined what could have happened if I hadn’t gotten to the house as fast as I did. That fucker should have known that Cora was mine, and mine alone.

  I flipped through the folders one by one, meticulously going through the material. Most of it was about his cases, new and old, and completely useless to me. When I was done with the desktop, I went for the drawers. I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for, but knowing the kind of guy Alexander was, I bet he kept meticulous records of all the shit he pulled.

  If for no other reason than to have trophies.

  The last drawer was locked.

  “Jackpot,” I murmured, pulling out the one on top of it so I could get to the lower one.

  It wasn’t exactly carefully guarded if he didn’t even have a cover for it. I put the drawer on the table and started rummaging through it. The very first folder I grabbed made me pause.

  It read ‘Serena Riley’.

  Opening it up, my jaw practically dropped. There were pages and pages on her and the deal she’d made with Alexander. Not only had they known each other, but he had set her up to approach me and then accuse me of raping her.

  He’d fucking played me for more than a year, first ruining my career and then luring me here to do his dirty work. There were e-mail printouts, describing what Alexander wanted Serena to do, and how she could best go by it to ensure that I’d take the fall.

  I kept going, finding more and more incriminating material. He actually had a fucking timeline jotted out, describing when he thought things should happen, edited and perfected as time went on.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

  On our first meeting, he’d played it like he was some sort of a desperate man, pleading with me to take the ‘job’, to teach a ‘brat’ her place so he could make sure she had a better shot at being a ‘decent’ grown-up. All along, he’d just wanted me to make her completely dependent on him, so she couldn’t leave.

  So he could do whatever he wanted to her and she’d have no way out.

  It sickened me to my core. I’d been fucking dumb enough to let him play me like that, but what made my stomach really churn was the thought of what would have happened to Cora if his scheme hadn’t unraveled like it did.

  Taking a breath, I stacked the files and folders and grabbed them, resolving to go through them more thoroughly later. I had a feeling though that it was exactly what I had needed. I could clear my name, maybe even get my old job back… And take Cora with me when she graduated.

  “Cora,” I called, slamming the door to the study shut behind me. “Get up here, sweetheart.”

  She climbed up the stairs as I walked to her bedroom, depositing the folders on her desk. The moment she stepped in and caught sight of my expression, she beamed with a smile.

  “You found something, didn’t you?” she asked, clapping her hands together excitedly.

  “I did,” I said with a nod.

  Her room seemed pinker than I remembered, or maybe it was just because I was seeing colors again. Life had been black and white for a while, with maybe shades of gray thrown in every now and then, because I hadn’t been sure whether this happiness I was feeling with Cora could last. Now, I had something to work with.

  It was time to celebrate.

  “What is it?” she asked, curious as ever.

  I held up my hand, stopping her a few feet from me.

  “All you need to know, sweetheart, is that it’s good news. I think Daddy’s been neglecting you for a while now, and I think we need to make up for that. I think Daddy needs to teach you another lesson. Would you like that, Cora?”

  Her eyes lit up and I couldn’t stifle my smile. This was going to be a lesson neither one of us were not about to forget easily.

  Twenty-Nine

  Maddox

  “Yes, please, Daddy,” she purred, seeming to forget all about the files.

  She was such a good fucking girl. I told her that it would be okay, and she trusted me. It made me fight that much harder to never let her down again. But right now, I wanted both of us to be able to think about nothing but the present, and I knew exactly how to accomplish that.

  “Undress for Daddy,” I told her, pulling my black t-shirt over my head.

  I loved the little gasp she made when she saw my body flex, the muscles constricting at the slightest of movements. If anything, I’d been working out and taking care of myself even harder now that I really had something to lose. She was practically drooling, looking at my six-pack.

  “Now, Cora,” I reminded her, as she’d forgotten herself.

  That obvious haze of lust that was in her green eyes now drove me wild and my cock was already standing at attention without even laying a finger on her. Slowly, I undid my belt buckle as she wiggled out of her shorts and top. The bra she was wearing was still too small for her – I’d have to do something about that soon – but it made her heavy tits spill over the edges so nice.

  My throat went dry as she unclasped the bra and let it fall from her shoulders, giving me a look at those rosy nipples I loved sucking into my mouth. She pushed down her panties and I got out of my jeans, the outline of my cock making the b
oxers I was wearing bulge.

  I groaned when she was fully naked, her pussy shaved just like I’d told her to. She’d been meticulous about it ever since, and now her hands instinctively went to the apex of her thighs, greedily letting her fingers glide over her clit. Her breathing was heavy, but so was mine. Self-control was something I’d found myself in great possession of over the years, but it always seemed to fail me around Cora.

  In her pink, bubblegum room, all I could think about was making her mine in a way I hadn’t yet. Hearing her sweet screams as she was impaled on me and making this room a lot less innocent, just like her.

  I shucked off my boxers and Cora whimpered, rubbing her clit faster. I could see her juices clinging to her fingers, so wet and hot for Daddy already.

  “Are you wet for me, Cora?” I asked her.

  A mischievous glint hit her eyes and she shook her head. Just like the first time, she wasn’t telling me what was so obvious to me. The little brat.

  “So you don’t want to suck on Daddy’s cock?” I asked her, running my palm along the length of the shaft a few times and then pumping it with a heavy hand.

  Cora’s brows knitted, her mouth opening slightly and her gaze staying strictly on my cock.

  “I do, please, Daddy…” she whispered, taking a step closer. “It’s been so long…”

  Instead of answering her plea, I turned my back to her, walking to her bed. I threw myself down on the pink bedspread, my cock jutting up, and tucking my arms behind my head.

  “Show me,” I told her.

  She was more than eager to get on the bed with me. She knelt next to me, her ass up in the air as she bent down and sucked the head of my cock in her mouth. I groaned hard at the familiar tight, eager mouth closing in, her tongue darting back and forth as she made little circles and stretched her mouth to fit me.

  Glancing at me, the head poked into the side of her mouth as she started bobbing up and down slowly, and I could have just stayed there forever, watching her.

  “Make me nice and wet with your mouth, Cora.”

  She closed her eyes and did as she was told, starting to take me deeper. I ran one hand down the curve of her back and then along the crack of her ass, pressing against the pucker for a moment and feeling it tighten under my touch. Then, I slipped lower, until I found her sopping wet pussy, waiting for me.

  She was still fingering her clit. Without warning, I thrust two fingers in her cunt, making her gag on my cock as I pushed her forward. She gasped and sputtered, but didn’t fight it, small moans escaping her a moment later when I started working my fingers in and out of her.

  “That’s a good little thing,” I told her, my words strained.

  I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, admiring how wet she was for me, before running them back up to the pucker of her ass. I pressed my thumb against it first, until it slipped in and she groaned throatily around my shaft. I started working my thumb into her and when she could take it all, I pulled out and inserted two fingers instead. She bucked against it, only pushing them further in as she whimpered, my cock in her throat.

  “Daddy’s going to show you how good it feels to have a cock up your ass, sweetheart. You want to be impaled by Daddy’s fucking huge cock, don’t you, Cora?”

  There were tears in her eyes from gagging on me, but she nodded, the filthy little thing. I grinned, shaking my head as I worked her asshole, stretching it to fit me. I grabbed her hair with my other hand and yanked her back off my cock, my fingers still inside her ass.

  “Tell Daddy what you want.”

  “I want… I want Daddy in my ass!” she gasped. “Please, Daddy, fuck my ass!”

  Her pleading was music to my ears. In one quick motion, I pulled my fingers out of her ass and had her on her knees, with her face against the covers and her ass up in the air. I was behind her, rubbing my cock against her slit a few times to coat it with her pussy juices while keeping a firm hold on her hips.

  “This will hurt at first, Cora. You need to relax and trust Daddy. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Such a good student.”

  I guided the head of my cock to her asshole and as I held her firmly in place, I rocked forward with my cock. The first moment when my head forced in her virgin asshole, I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I growled as she whimpered, Cora biting down on a pillow as my cock slowly rammed into her untouched hole, making it mine.

  The head fit in completely and I let her get used to it for a moment, rocking back and forth only slightly.

  “How is that, Cora?” I asked, seeing tears running down her cheeks.

  “It… it’s so much,” she gasped, breathless. “I don’t know if I can fit all of you, Daddy!”

  “You’re going to have to, sweetheart.”

  “I want to, Daddy.”

  Always the right fucking thing to say. With a grunt, I bucked forward, filling her ass with another inch of my cock as she writhed beneath me, working hard to stay on her knees. With the hand that I’d grabbed her hair before, I reached around her and between her legs, slowly starting to make circles around her clit with my fingertips.

  She shook like a leaf as I kept slowly making her take my whole cock in her virgin ass, her breathing becoming slightly steadier as I bottomed out.

  “Fucking Christ, Cora,” I grunted, looking down at our twisted together bodies, her bubble butt stretched around my thick cock. “You’re such a good girl for Daddy.”

  “Don’t stop, please,” she whispered, that haze of need so obvious in her eyes.

  “I wasn’t going to.”

  This time, I pulled out and then rammed back inside her, pushing her harder into the mattress. She screamed, the sound cutting off in the middle when she ran out of air. And then I did it again. And again. And again.

  I never stopped teasing her clit, flicking it faster as I pounded into her harder. In a few thrusts, those screams had turned into moans and her pussy was pulsing, every muscle in her body rigid.

  “Don’t stop, Daddy,” she pleaded, tears streaming out of her eyes.

  “So fucking tight,” I hissed through gritted teeth, her knees finally buckling and sending her collapsing on her stomach.

  I pulled out of her and she whined in protest, turning into a yelp as I picked her up and made her straddle my stomach. Her pussy was so wet that she left a mark on me immediately. I lifted her up by the hips, every fiber of my being screaming for release, to spill my seed in that tight ass of hers.

  “You’re going to have to impale yourself on my cock if you want more, sweetheart. Show me what you’ve learned.”

  I guided the head of my cock to her asshole and held her in place. She looked at me, surprised, but then the wickedest little smile crossed her lips and she pushed down… hard.

  We both groaned as the head thrust into her.

  “Like this, Daddy?” she asked, wetting her lips, her voice ragged.

  “Just like that.”

  I rolled her clit between two fingers as she slowly started working herself down on my cock, facing me. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Perfect, with those freckles on her nose and dotting her chest here and there, and that body made to be worshipped and fucked. I could have lost my mind, just watching her tits bounce up and down.

  There was so much I could teach her still, and I couldn’t wait for every lesson.

  When she took as much as she could of my cock, I pressed two fingers in her cunt, leaving my thumb on her clit.

  “Fuck yourself on me, Cora.”

  Without question, she started riding me, every movement coming with a moan. My cock throbbed, wanting so bad to fucking blow my load, but I wanted her to cum first. It would always have to be her first.

  Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she picked up pace, leaning forward and bracing her palms on my chest for leverage.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she whimpered, going faster and faster, making us both crazy.

  “Cum for me, Cora.”

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nbsp; It was as much me telling her to do it, and demanding for my own release. I slammed my fingers in her and rubbed her clit harder, while she rode me like this was the last time, like she wanted all of me, now. When I felt her cunt clench down on me and her body go rigid, I knew she was gone.

  I grabbed her hip with my free hand and thrust into her as she writhed and screamed, her pussy milking my fingers and her ass tight around my cock. With a roar, I blew my load in her ass as she orgasmed, feeling the tension of more than a year finally wash out of me in one unforgettable, sinfully delicious moment.

  Cora whimpered as I carefully pulled her off my cock and let her collapse on my chest, her breaths ragged and short, exhausted.

  “You’re everything I ever wanted, Cora, sweetheart,” I whispered, kissing her hair.

  “I love you, Daddy,” she muttered back, her eyes closed, clinging to me.

  Those words would never get old.

  Thirty

  Cora

  To say my life had changed would have been a massive understatement.

  Over the course of a couple of months, I’d loved, lost, feared for my sanity, my future and what little sense of self I had left. The only father I had ever known had betrayed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined a man capable of doing to someone he had protected for more than a decade, and a man I’d known for less time than it took for a season to pass had stepped up as more of a protector than what I could have dreamed of in my wildest daydreams.

  I wasn’t going to lie, things were still not completely settled. I still woke up in the middle of the night sometimes, covered in cold sweat, looking around frantically to see if Alexander had broken into my room. And people commenting at school behind my back about how I had probably been ‘asking for’ what happened to me still fucking hurt. But I could deal with that.

  Day by day, I was getting closer to who I really was, who I could be without fear hovering over my head like a cartoon thunder cloud. I felt like I stood up straighter, held my head higher. I felt like I could breathe again.